"Carnage" for Writers Muses
It’s just a pipe bomb. It might as well be nuclear. There is no going back to the way it was before.
Pure iron nails were the enclosed shrapnel. Nearly as many people died in the rescue attempt as the initial explosion. No one wanted to claim it. No one wanted to help clean it up. So it sat there. Poison waiting on the ground for anyone who might pick it up. It’s still there, waiting for something to be done. For someone to get their head out of their ass long enough to get the clean up organized. They aren’t.
The market place died along with thirty Seelie of varying ages. Anything but iron and the number would have been a third so many. But the Seelie don’t have the same access to the anti iron agents that the Unseelie do. Even if they had contacted us, it wouldn’t have been soon enough. Even the slightest wound from the iron was deadly this time. And there is no one to keep them together.
My people went and did what needed to be done. Nothing noisy, no press as it could be helped. We don’t need one of those explosions in my land. Bad enough when it’s neighbors. But the iron had to be contained for the sake of everyone. Leaving it would provide too much of a chance for other poisoning and further madness. I will find the person responsible.
Attack on the Seelie or not, no one will ever hear from them again.
Pure iron nails were the enclosed shrapnel. Nearly as many people died in the rescue attempt as the initial explosion. No one wanted to claim it. No one wanted to help clean it up. So it sat there. Poison waiting on the ground for anyone who might pick it up. It’s still there, waiting for something to be done. For someone to get their head out of their ass long enough to get the clean up organized. They aren’t.
The market place died along with thirty Seelie of varying ages. Anything but iron and the number would have been a third so many. But the Seelie don’t have the same access to the anti iron agents that the Unseelie do. Even if they had contacted us, it wouldn’t have been soon enough. Even the slightest wound from the iron was deadly this time. And there is no one to keep them together.
My people went and did what needed to be done. Nothing noisy, no press as it could be helped. We don’t need one of those explosions in my land. Bad enough when it’s neighbors. But the iron had to be contained for the sake of everyone. Leaving it would provide too much of a chance for other poisoning and further madness. I will find the person responsible.
Attack on the Seelie or not, no one will ever hear from them again.